Here is a short story… One year whilst on tour, Mr. Quintron (the night club organist) and Miss Pussycat (the puppeteer) had booked a show in a garage in El Paso Texas. The married couple tours the country with their unique show. They hail from New Orleans’ 9th ward. Quintron is kinda math-nerd neat freak genius type. Miss P is 9 years old. Still. Tours are hard to book. You get what you can. A day without a show is simply unacceptable if possible. And a show in a garage can be a blast. The Latino gang members that come to the show are perplexed, and have a stand offish attitude towards the organ music. They are anxiously awaiting puppets. The musical portion of the show over and the 2 of them in the puppet booth, the crowd of 10 are awaiting the grand spectacle that they have come to see. It is likely that none of them had ever seen a puppet show. There is some small problem with the curtain or some such… and the preparations are taking a bit long. Patience is scarce in the ghetto, and one of the! gangsters bleats out the following phrase: “Mutha-fuckin’ puppet show, bitch.” There simply is nothing funnier than that. Friday night, the 15th of November, 2002 Mr Quintron and Miss Pussycat bless the bay area with their presence and will perform at the Murry st. warehouse with Cookie Mongoloid and the Mobile Ghetto Strip Club opening. Yoni Wannalaya will be your host. Doors at 10:00. $10. Mr Quintron: inventor, musician, fashion plate Miss Pussycat: puppeteer, percussionist, feme fatal This years’ puppet show is named “ It has been 2 years since the two of them brought this act, their original organ and puppet show, to the bay area. Quintron’s Drum Buddy show visited us last year, and he will of course incorporate the Drum Buddy (a 5 oscillator light activated rotating drum machine accoutrement) into his organ thing, but it is not the focus. Cookie Mongoloid is Sesame Street speed metal, crunchy guitar riffage and 80’s double bass drum; just like the real mullets in Fresno. Only fronted by Cookie Monster. In leather. Don’t forget the dancing girls. Yoni Wannalaya is that idiot in the Hawaiian shirt you see at the Odeon for that show that none (not one) of you went to called Tiki Drinks and Card Trix. He is a lounge singer. He is a funny fucking guy. I don’t know how guys get that funny. Cursed, I guess. The Mobile Ghetto Strip Club is a souped up 70’s MOPAR muscle car with too many girls on it with not enough clothes. It’s a Snap On calender. Live. If we are lucky, Ena and Danny will perform their beautifully choreographed stationary trapeze act, now featured in the Pickle Family Circus. All this and much, much less… brought to you by the forces of the Odeon Bar and Chicken John. 2 names you can trust when it comes to stupid shit.